This case really has nothing to do with the daytime, and the girl named Michiko used to be Deborah Gale's personal assistant.

According to her, she was fired for refusing to go to bed with the other party, but the woman was a pervert who frequented the store after learning that Michiko had found her current job at the Japanese restaurant.

As Chef Katsui said before, Deborah Gale would ask Michiko for service by name every time she visited, which made the latter unbearable.

As everyone knows, this kind of "special" store supports its outrageous price, and it is not only those so-called "rare" ingredients, but also the special service of the beauty table is the "core competitiveness".

It may sound like you can earn a lot of money in wages and tips by throwing away your shame, taking off your clothes, lying quietly on the table and serving as a dinner plate.

But just as the island nation no matter how much it uses its own culture to package, this so-called art, which has been sold with astringency from the beginning, is far less beautiful than it promotes.

Although it is not excluded that some people come to dine with the purpose of appreciation or curiosity, there are also many LSPs, and it can even be said that they occupy the vast majority.

In the process of dining, all kinds of unruly manners and foul language are indispensable, after all, being rich does not equal high quality, let alone rich people who like this tone, no matter how high the quality is, it is not much higher.

It stands to reason that since Michiko can abandon her dignity and shame to engage in this kind of industry, she should not care about this, compared to those "manual workers" who have to solicit customers on the street, this job pays well and saves effort.

However, Michiko is a straight daughter, she can tolerate a lewd greasy uncle, but in any case, she can't stand a perverted Ji guy like Deborah Gale who puts her hands up and down and even directly moves her mouth, and after two months of forbearance, she finally has a murderous intention.

"So, at the risk of her life, she poisoned herself?" Hannah watched as Stella put on her gloves and examined Michiko's fingers and toes.

"Well, very smart girls, this profession does not allow the use of any perfume and cosmetics, and even the use of scented shower gel when bathing, so the materials used to dye their nails are all natural, such as impatiens juice and the like.

I guess TTX is mixed in, so that Deborah Gale, who likes to move her mouth, unknowingly ingested a deadly toxin, and it can be seen that she really hates this woman very much.

Although the use of TTX can blame the cause of death on the poisonous pufferfish, TTX is very toxic, and it is easy to die if the skin is slightly damaged. ”

Jack's words brought up the image of an old woman gnawing on Michiko's feet like a pervert, and they all shivered.

"It's probably the fastest case I've ever had in my career to go from crime to crime, and most of the evidence has even just been sent to the lab."

Mike Taylor handcuffed Michiko and said to Jack with a smile as he took her out of the Japanese restaurant.

Jack was carrying a heavy Japanese lacquerware food box in his hand, and he said modest words, such as just a coincidence, and it just so happened that he had been studying the culture of the island country recently.

Behind everyone was Chef Katsui, who bowed deeply, and if anyone could see his expression at this time, they would see the relieved look on his face, as if he was sending off a plague god.

"The follow-up interrogation also asked the NYPD to communicate with the FBI in a timely manner, although Michiko said that she bought TTX from the dark web, but the relevant clues still need to be followed up, which may be helpful to our ongoing case."

Before parting, Jack told him again, although Michiko claimed that she had bought 50 mg of TTX reagent at a low price of $1,000 on the dark web, but the timing was too coincidental, maybe the seller had something to do with the terrorists.

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Back in the apartment with Hannah, Jack placed the lacquerware box on the table, which was so beautiful as a work of art, that it made a dull noise.

The little sweet girl who had just been filled with a small snack yawned, turned around and wanted to change into pajamas, but was grabbed by Jack's arm, and one turned around and fell into his arms.

"Why don't you see what we've learned tonight?"

"But I've had enough to eat just now." Hannah had already been whetted by Jack's craft, and those Japanese sweets were just a novelty, and there was still a gap between them and the desserts he usually made.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Jack said and took out the food box layer by layer, and when he took out the bottom grid, a golden light came into his eyes, and his hand was not small, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Wow, why would they" Even the little rich woman Hannah was dazzled by this golden light for a while, and the bottom of the food box was covered with a neat layer of small gold bars.

"It's kind of hush money, obviously they don't want their secrets to be exposed."

Jack sensed that something was wrong the moment he took the food box from the hand of the chef Katsui, but he didn't expect the other party to be so generous, these gold bars are worth at least $200,000, just hush money, how lucrative is this industry?

But he didn't bother too much, it was a windfall, the money was collected with peace of mind, $500 a piece of sashimi, it is not an exaggeration to say that this store is making money every day, and this hush money has nothing to do with his FBI status.

That night, Jack was subjected to an extremely "cruel" "torture", and the curious Hannah was very interested in why he knew so much about the inside story of this particular industry, but fortunately, someone was determined and stubbornly withstood the test, and turned against the customer, and begged for mercy with the chick "counter".

The next morning, the two arrived at the center of operations early, and Jubal got some interesting information from the CIA, and soon they rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital, and finally found the heartbroken Ms. Sabatak by a lake not far from the hospital.

"My daughter just died, and you, the FBI, are now accusing her of being a terrorist?" The grieving mother's eyes were not dry.

At this time, Jack usually chooses to keep his mouth shut and let Hannah, who is also a woman, communicate, which will be more efficient.

"It's a pity Ms. Sabatak, but our evidence is overwhelming, and of course, in a way, your daughter is also a victim."

After calming the other person's emotions a little, and seeing that she finally stopped crying, Hannah talked about their intentions.

"You mentioned before that Caroline's rebellious becoming not only due to the factor of puberty, but also related to the fact that her husband did not say goodbye, he is a Chechen **Lin, right?"

Lady Sabatak, with the expression she knew you would ask, turned her head in defiance.

"I know it's easy to get misunderstood, but trust me, we're just trying to sort it out, and you don't want Caroline to be pointed at after she dies, right?"

Jack opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Yes, Mohammed does have a lot of problems in terms of personality, but he is not radical in this aspect." Ms. Sabatak defended weakly.

Of course, TNT was mild in nature before it exploded, and Jack, who was well aware of some of Schrödinger's theories, had a remark in his heart.

(End of chapter)